Ashley lounged on her bed in a thin tank top and cotton shorts, scrolling through her phone with a smirk. She could hear the shower running down the hall – her stepfather, Tom, was getting cleaned up for the day.

Her smirk widened into a wicked grin. She knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Hopping up from the bed, she sauntered over to her dresser, pulling out a lacy white bra and matching thong. She changed quickly, admiring her reflection in the mirror.

The bra pushed up her pert tits perfectly, giving her an ample cleavage. The thong was a strip of lace that barely covered her pussy, emphasizing the round curve of her ass.

Perfect.

Slinging open her door, she strolled down the hall towards the bathroom. She could hear Tom humming softly as he showered, completely oblivious to her approach.

She paused outside the door, leaning against the wall with a grin. She waited until she heard him turn off the water before calling out.

“Tom? Can I come in?”

There was a moment of startled silence before he answered, “Uh, yeah. Just a second.”

She heard him scramble for a towel, giggling to herself at the thought of him trying to cover up in a hurry. She waited until he was decent before pushing open the door, sauntering inside.

Tom was wrapped in a fluffy towel, skin glistening with water. His eyes widened as they roamed over her barely-clothed form, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

“Jesus, Ashley,” he breathed, eyes lingering on her tits. “What are you doing?”

She smirked, stepping closer to him. “I just wanted to check on you,” she purred. “Make sure you’re all clean and ready for the day.”

She reached out, running a finger down his chest. Tom shivered, grabbing her wrist to still her hand.

“Ashley, stop,” he growled, voice strained. “We can’t… we can’t do this.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, pouting. “Why not? I thought you liked me… like this.”

She stepped closer, pressing her barely-covered body against his. He let out a strangled groan, hands hovering over her ass before dropping to his sides.

“Please,” he panted. “Don’t do this. Don’t tempt me.”

Ashley’s grin widened into a sharp smile. She reached down to run a finger along the edge of his towel, feeling the heat of his cock beneath the fabric.

“I can stop,” she purred. “If that’s what you want.”

Tom shuddered, eyes clenched shut as he tried to regain control. Ashley watched him for a long moment before stepping back, turning on her heel.

“Have a good day,” she called over her shoulder, sauntering out of the bathroom and leaving him alone with his raging hard-on.

She waited until she was safely back in her room before collapsing onto the bed, letting out a triumphant giggle. She loved teasing Tom, loved pushing him to the edge and then leaving him wanting.

It was almost as much fun as when she let him touch her… Almost.

But for now, she would settle for a good dose of denial. And maybe later, when he’d had time to cool off… maybe then she’d let him have his reward.